The Hill Of Maeve (Clinton Scollard Poems)
I This is the hill of Maeve, the queen, A mighty bulwark of gray-green Whereon was set, by hands unknown, ...
I This is the hill of Maeve, the queen, A mighty bulwark of gray-green Whereon was set, by hands unknown, ...
Good Father John O'Hart In penal days rode out To a Shoneen who had free lands And his own snipe ...
The host is riding from Knocknarea And over the grave of Clooth-na-Bare; Caoilte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling ...
Saddle and ride, I heard a man say, Out of Ben Bulben and Knocknarea, What says the Clock in the ...
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